Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 84
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that
my muse, to some ears not
unsweet,
Tempers
her words to trampling
horse’s feet
More oft than to a chamber melody;
Now, blessed you, bear onward blessed me
To her,
where I my heart safeliest
shall meet.
My muse
and I must you of duty greet,
With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully.
Be you
still fair, honoured by
public heed,
By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot;
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed.
And that you know I envy you no lot
Of highest wish, I wish you so much
bliss,
Hundreds of years you Stella's feet
may
kiss.